Money [English translation]

[Chorus]

You want the money? You want the money?

Do you know the danger of the money?

Are you aware that you will have nothing up there?

Look Cahuzac who made them idiots

The tramp begging for money

I don't think that he do it for the same reasons

The billionaire speak to the heads of his tickets

Because he has lost his mind

[Verse 1]

He had left from nothing, he just got compliance

Four years that he lives with a woman without money to pay the restaurant

Always right, everybody loved him, everyone wanted to be his guy

In his dictionary to him, we could not find the word "miser"

He was known for the talent he had for football

The future whispered us that he could not be unhappy

But life has meant that around him, motherfucker

The sharks have laid eyes on what he had the most strong

Impossible to anticipate when the Sheitan plebiscite you

Asks to the guys of your city but really don't go include them

And the brother flies and the wings are in gold

It's not to him that will we say to believe that there is a life after death

And I must, must

To talk about it, yes, I must, must

His life a black hole, too dark

She pulled him his power, to believe it, must seen it

And at night, when his town is extinguished

He counts his tickets, he counts his tickets

Yes, in the evening, once the night

Alone with his demons, yes, alone with his money

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

She also didn't know the chic side of her city

She would have never thought to be in hotels like The Ritz

She who came from the country that could afford nothing

She was promised the moon, only if her booty shaked

Next to her, her daughter that told her "Oh Mom, I'm so hungry"

Yes, I know, I don't have the age but I'm willing to suck your breast

Critical situation, I have trouble scratching lyrics

There, surprised to panic, she had to play her physical

All for the money, she starts to give

Its silicone lips, now, the rich know her

Every evening humiliated before taking her ticket

Sometimes even more, she found herself in the middle

Exhausted all her strength, she drew

Her one desire: to die or else put these men in jail

It's her little girl of six who seeks the help of the Almighty

If she tells you her short life, you'll have chills

And in the evening when her daughter falls asleep

She count her tickets, she count her tickets

All these images that haunt her brain

All of this for the kid, all of this for survive

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Of stories like that, I can tell you until be tired

Money does not buy happiness, cousin, I swear, you got no idea

Myself, I thought that once filled the account, everything would be better

But that's another story, Black M which approximates the Fire

Oh misfortunes, misfortunes, to the one who count only on money, money

I said, "misfortunes, misfortunes, to the one who count only on money, money"

• Artist:Black M
• Album:Les Yeux plus gros que le Monde